Now a pack of rabid high school boys was after me, or more accurately after my ass. Maybe I was channeling my inner slut but I liked the attention, I...liked being objectified. I liked being desired. Was I turned on? Hell yes. I was turned on, and scared.The next day I was hanging at Caleb's house with him and the boys. They were preoccupied with video games and it was getting boring. Caleb got close to me and pushed his arm into my boob as he leaned in. It was discreet. No problem. . Everyone watched and as a group the sexual energy seemed to be taking hold of each of them. Graspy's black cock disappeared again, and again between Missy's tightly pressed, lipstick faded lips. Graspy moaned quietly, with pleasure as Missy consumed him. Her mouth felt wet, and warm as his cock sc****d along her teeth pounded against her throat. Graspy thrust his hips propelling himself deeper with each slurp from Missy's mouth. Graspy was working the head of his cock into Missy's throat. . “Drive home naked.”I slid off the short skirt, started the truck and began to drive home. I had just turned onto my street when my cell beeped again.“Pic?”Before I had a chance to respond, she sent me another text. “Put on g-string.”I fumbled around for a minute or two looking for the discarded scrap of fabric before I finally found it between the seats. It didn’t take long for my cock to respond to the soft lace of the undergarment and was soon rock hard and throbbing in my lap. I took another. What was going on? Never-the-less she couldn’t tell anyone about the situation she was in. Not even Hallie. ‘Hallie please. Just forget it. You know he treats me like I’m his world. Be happy for me?’ It was funny how five years ago Alin asked if she was sure about marrying Jack and now Hallie is asking her the same thing. She didn’t want Alin to regret her decisions like her. However she knew how stubborn Alin can be and that would just put a strain on their friendship. Sighing, Hallie smiled,.